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There was no sound from within.
"I don' think there is, Hermione," choked Hagrid, attempting to stem the flood of his tears. "See, the rest o' the tribe ... Aragog's family . . . they're gettin' a bit funny now he's ill... bit restive ..."
"What did you do, go back the night he died and strip the place?" snarled Harry.
"Well done," he croaked. "You flew really well —"
"Ah, good evening, Harry. Sit down," said Dumbledore, smil-ing. "I hope you've had an enjoyable first week back at school?" "Yes, thanks, sir," said Harry.
"But not until a year after they were married. Tom Riddle left her while she was still pregnant."
"And it doesn't hurt that you've grown about a foot over the summer either," Hermione finished, ignoring Ron.
"Hey, Harry, I'm supposed to give you this."
"Yes, indeed," said Dumbledore. "We must do a certain amount of guessing here, although I do not think it is difficult to deduce what happened. You see, within a few months of their runaway marriage, Tom Riddle reappeared at the manor house in Little Hangleton without his wife. The rumor flew around the neighbor-hood that he was talking of being 'hoodwinked' and 'taken in.' What he meant, I am sure, is that he had been under an enchant-ment that had now lifted, though I daresay he did not dare use those precise words for fear of being thought insane. When they heard what he was saying, however, the villagers guessed that Merope had lied to Tom Riddle, pretending that she was going to have his baby, and that he had married her for this reason."
"What's that, then, his sentence?" said Gaunt, his voice rising angrily.
Dumbledore tipped the silvery contents of the bottle into the Pensieve, where they swirled and shimmered, neither liquid nor gas. "After you," said Dumbledore, gesturing toward the bowl. Harry bent forward, took a deep breath, and plunged his face into the silvery substance. He felt his feet leave the office floor; he was falling, falling through whirling darkness and then, quite sud-denly, he was blinking in dazzling sunlight. Before his eyes had adjusted, Dumbledore landed beside him.
"Why him?" asked Harry quickly. "Why not Madam Pomfrey?"
"I can't, Professor, I've got — er — an appointment with Profes-sor Dumbledore that evening."
"Hanging out of the window to look at a Muggle?" said Gaunt quietly.
"How do you do, Tom?" said Dumbledore, walking forward and holding out his hand.
"You can't kid me! The asylum, that's where you're from, isn't it? 'Professor,' yes, of course ?well, I'm not going, see? That old cat's the one who should be in the asylum. I never did anything to little Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop, and you can ask them, they'll tell you!。